This story is totally fictional and
not meant to imply anything about the sexuality of Kevin Richardson, Brian
Littrell, AJ McLean, Howie Dorough, or Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys.
If youare under the age of 18, offended by homosexual material, or it
is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving
now. Otherwise, go grab a nice mocha or some chai tea, or hot cocoa,and
a box of Kleenex, then get real comfy and ready to suspend your disbelief.
Have Fun and Enjoy the Story.

Previously on Thou Shalt Not...

Brian laughed and took Mike's hand and got up, "I have to go take
a nice LONG HOT shower now...and hope my nuts descend from their impromptu
visit to my colon."

Mike snickered and watched Brian's ass as he walked into the bathroom
and got back in the shower.

"What an ass!", Mike laughed, then grinned at the double meaning
his words held.

And Now...Chapter Three...

Mike woke up the next morning, rested, but yet groggy and somewhat disoriented
due to the previous night's flight and his unfamiliar living quarters.
Mike got up and walked to the the bathroom, stripping off his clothes
and taking a quick shower, just to shake the last of the sleep out of
his mind. Mike stepped out of the shower and walked back into his room,
dressing and thinking about what might be in store for him today. Mike
hadn't brought any records of his writing or anything and he guessed he
would just start another story if he got bored or had some down time.
A knock on the door snapped him out of his revelry and he looked up as
Brian opened the door and stuck his head inside.

"You awake yet? We're all downstairs having breakfast."

Mike nodded and tied his shoes and got up from the bed and headed down
beside Brian.

As Mike rounded the corner, the biggest of the security guards grabbed
the newspaper that way lying open on the table and folded it up under
one arm. Mike shrugged and went about getting breakfast for himself, which
consisted of some cereal and toast and a banana. After Mike had finished
he looked over at Brian who he noticed had been staring at him intently
for most of the meal. Brian's eyes widened as he realized he had been
caught looking and he tried to come up with some conversation to brush
off his embarrassment.

"So how did you sleep?"

Mike shrugged, "Pretty groggy this morning. I think I am still feeling
some after effects to whatever that guy gave me on the plane to relax."

Brian nodded.

"How is "lil Brian" today. Has he come back from his visit
to Mr. Colon yet."

Brian blushed and smirked. "Yeah. He was up and about this morning,
now he's resting comfortably."

Mike smiled as he noticed that all other conversation in the room had
stopped.

"I am glad of it. I wouldn't wanna be known as the man who ruined
Brian Littrell for the rest of the world. I'd have millions of angry prepubescent
females out to kill me rather than just some insane band of terrorists."

Brian raised his eyebrows and grinned, "You are full of yourself
this morning, aren't you? Ruined me for the rest of the world? You aren't
that good in bed."

Mike's eyes widened and he began to blush as the guards at the table
let out a low whistle and proceeded to get up and make themselves busy
washing dishes.

Mike shook his head and smiled, "Next time, at least let me try
to get it the whole way in before you say that."

Brian choked on his coffee and began to beat his fist on the table in
front of him. One of the guards came up behind him and pounded him lightly
on the back.

"Well....enough talk about your endowments, let's move onto to bigger
and better things...like what are we supposed to do now that we're here."

Brian coughed lightly once more and looked at Mike with a mock sour expression
and he raised one eyebrow and shook his head.

"Bigger and better, huh?"

An incessant beeping noise and the steady thrum of what could only be
assumed to be an air compressor nearby were the first noises that the
Watcher heard as he reemerged into consciousness. The Watcher began to
open his eyes and moaned at the incredible pain he felt from the tiny
effort. A second later, he saw a shadow move out of the side of his right
eye and heard a familiar voice speaking softly into his ear.

"You have been seriously injured and are in the Intensive Care Unit
of the Orlando General Hospital. Your target had fled the country. You
and your group walked into a trap set by your target."

The Watcher sighed and went to shake his head in disgust, but the pain
of doing so almost caused him to pass out. The man in the shadows tutted
and patted his shoulder lightly in an attempt to comfort him.

"Your responsibilities have been reassigned to another Watcher...the
FBI is guarding the door and you have been placed under arrest."

"Under Arrest....the FBI?" The watcher moaned nervously, sensing
what was about to happen to him in the room.

"Your service to the NAU has been admirable and long, but we cannot
allow you to be interrogated under any circumstances. The secrecy and
anonymity of the NAU must be maintained...and that will only occur through
your own rather untimely and accidental looking death."

The Watcher groaned again, reaching his hand out to grab the alert button
to call for help.

"Out of respect for you, your life will be terminated quickly and
painlessly when the drug I put in your IV enters your system and takes
effect. I am sure it will come as small consolation to you, but your sacrifice
has not gone unnoticed by the rank and file of the NAU."

The Watcher moaned as he began to feel the drug take hold and his life
begin to ebb from his body. Moments later, the monotone trill of the EKG
machine resonated through the room as the Watcher's lifeless eyes stared
dully ahead at the wall where his compatriot, now his murderer, had last
stood.

A blond man walked out of the service entrance of the hospital and got
into a waiting sedan and sped off into the night.

"So...Did you get any information from him before you put him down?"

The blond man shook his head.

"All he knew is that he walked into a trap...and by police reports
we know that he got blown across the street by the backlash of the blast.
I am surprised he even lived to make it to the hospital."

"Any leads on where his target had gotten off to? How far could
a fiction story author have gotten on his own?"

"I think he's gone...and that's because I don't think he's on his
own anymore." The driver exclaimed as he slammed his cellphone down
and brought the car to a halt at their destination. "The little faggot
hired himself some protection. That was our contact at the police department.
They found a letter under the front seat of our van, and it seems that
the guys he hired knew we'd come calling and set up that trap. This guy
we're dealing with....he's a smart SOB. But he's bound to screw up...and
then we'll have him!"

Mike and Brian spent the rest of the morning sitting poolside talking
and sunning themselves in the enclosed courtyard area of their house.
Mike smiled as his conversation with Brian became more animated and interesting,
enabling Mike to temporarily forget the situation that had landed the
two of them together in the first place. That temporary moment came to
an abrupt end as Mike got up to pour himself a glass of water and saw
the front page of the paper that the bodyguard had accidentally left laying
by the pool.

"OH SHIT!"

Brian was up and at Mike's side a moment later, having already seen the
picture showing the grisly remnants of what he assumed used to be Mike's
apartment in Orlando.

Without thinking Brian piped up. "You still have your health."
Brian immediately regretted his words when Mike turned to him, his eyes
small and his face turning red with anger. Mike threw down the paper and
roared with anger as he grabbed Brian under his left arm and between his
legs and picked him up in a dead lift. Brian assumed this newfound strength
of Mike's was a byproduct of his complete testosterone driven rage, and
he hoped that Mike would have enough strength to be able to put him down
without harming either of them. As it turned out, Brian's fears were put
to rest immediately after Mike picked him up when he turned and tossed
him three feet into the deep end of the pool. Brian's entire body hit
the water's surface completely parallel to it , somewhat mimicking the
Nestea plunge. The force of the throw combined with the drop caused him
to hit the water hard and the loud, painful sounding slap of his body
echoed through the enclosed courtyard.

The guards had heard Mike's bellow and had made it to the courtyard in
time to see Brian hit the water. The guard in front was in the water in
an instant, and had pulled Brian up and out of the pool before the rest
of the guards had made it out to the courtyard. "What the HELL are
you two doing?" The guard asked as he pulled himself out of the pool
after he rolled Brian out of his way. Brian rolled onto his side and moaned,
clutching his back with his free arm.

"That.....HURT! That was more painful than the time Nick pushed
me in to a pool and I landed flat on my face. Aw....Jeez....I...."

"Oh well...At least you have your health." Mike said and rolled
his eyes.

Brian began to giggle, softly at first and then with increased volume,
until he rolled onto his stomach and began to pound his fists onto the
concrete as he laughed.

Mike tried not to smile as he realized that, as stupid as it sounded,
Brian had been right, he could have been in that building and been dead.
He should have expected this to happen or something like this and yeah....he
did have his health. This realization made Mike join Brian in the gigglefest
and soon the two boys sat in the middle of the circle of bodyguards laughing
their asses off.

"It's only day one and they've already cracked....we're in for a
LONG job this time guys." The guard said as he shook his head in
disgust and walked away.

Mike and Brian looked at each other after the guard walked away and Brian
rolled his eyes, causing both men to fall back into yet another fit of
laughter.

Later that evening after dinner, Mike turned on the computer upstairs
and signed onto the internet, typing in the url for his e-mail service
and logging in to check his e-mail. Mike had a few dozen e-mails waiting
to be read and so he took a quick look through the headers, deleting any
that had to do with "college diploma's", "making money
fast", and "Remember me? I'm Chrissa from High School".
Mike smiled as he trashed the last one, shaking his head.

"There wasn't even a girl in my high school class named Chrissa.
I hate spam."

As he glanced through the remaining e-mails, nothing urgent came to his
attention, until he hit the inbox button and found a new message, from
an unknown sender.

Mike looked around the room cautiously, nervous that they had somehow
found him already, then proceeded to click on and open the message.

That was a nice trick with the
bomb. You took out a whole team of armed soldiers with that little explosion
as well as killing one of our top Watchers. We won't underestimate you
again. We have some leads as to where you are at now, and we will find
you. When we find you, let me assure you that you will die slowly and
painfully.

The N.A.U is now at full alert
and you have moved up to the top of our "most wanted list",
edging out that singer you write about in your fag stories, Brian Littrell.
I would advise you to make peace with your creator soon Mr. Ellison, because
your days are numbered.

-LJ
N.A.U.

Mike stared at the screen, reading the words over and over, trying to
divine what was real and what was meant to scare him into doing something
stupid and revealing himself. The corners of Mike's lips twitched up almost
into a smile as an idea occurred to him. It was time to take off the kid's
gloves....time for him to stop being such a damn scaredy ass wuss and
take back his life from these freaks.

Mike logged out and powered down the computer then walked over to his
bedroom and sat down at his bedside to think his idea through.

Brian knocked on the doorframe of the bathroom a while later and Mike
looked up at him and smiled, "Sorry about the pool today....it just...something
snapped....and..."

Brian held up his hand and nodded, "I totally understand. I woulda
snapped if I were in your shoes too. What I said out there was said with
the best of intentions, but was just the wrong piece of advice at the
time."

Mike shook his head. "Actually...it was very sound advice. It helped
a great deal. I got to get out a lot of what I had building up inside
of me."

"Yeah. I guess it did. I've heard of women picking up cars to save
their kids through the sheer strength of estrogen...or testosterone...or..."

"Epinephrine....and nor-epinephrine." Mike said as an aside.
"The flight or fight response."

Brian nodded, "Yeah...that. Well...that was all you today."

Mike nodded. "Sorry if I hurt your back. Did you want a massage?
Maybe I can make it feel better. Just...um....don't say anything that
might make me so mad that I snap your spine."

Brian laughed. "Yeah. A massage would be great. That landing did
a hell of a job on my back. It feels like someone hit me with a 2 x 4."

Mike winced, "Sorry....Here...take off your shirt and lie down."

Brian took off his shirt and laid down on his stomach on the bed, arms
at his side. Mike straddled Brian's back and used his butt as a seat as
he slowly began to knead and massage Brian's extremely tense back muscles.
Brian moaned, groaned and grunted as Mike's fingers found their way into
the knotted, cramped and strained muscles of his back, loosening them
up and massaging away the tension that had caused him pain.

Mike scootched himself back to give his arms room and get into position
to massage Brian's lower back. As he pushed back, he looked down and his
breath caught as he realized he had pulled Brian's shorts down in the
back as he had moved lower. Mike's eyes glazed as they took in the firm
round globes of Brian's milky white ass. Brian's squirming under him broke
his trance and he looked up in time to see Brian turned his head and look
over his shoulder.

"Are you OK? I've been talking to you for like 2 minutes....and
you haven't said a word. I was wondering if you were still breathing."

Mike blushed and nodded and then pushed down on Brian's lower back, causing
the young man to groan.

Mike continued to work on Brian's back, and he finished up quickly, smiling
to himself as he resisted the temptation of rubbing his hands lower down
and feeling up Brian's perky bubble butt.

"No. It's...perfect...Eer....I mean...It's not big. It's fiiiine.
No...Dammit! I mean..your ass looks good to me. SHIT! You know what I
mean, ya jerk!"

Brian rolled around on the bed laughing as an embarrassed Mike stuttered
and sputtered his answer. When Brian heard Mike say it looked good to
him, he rolled to the right so hard he fell off the side of the bed and
landed hard on the tile floor.

"OW! Damn!"

Mike giggled as he turned to see Brian get back on the bed.

"Kharma comes back to get ya!"

Brian shook his head, "I don't believe in all that kharma crap.
It's only God for me."

Mike smiled, "Fine. The God that killed Cain and squashed Sampson
just got back to work on you. It seems that God is very quick these days."

Brian's eyebrows shot up and he smiled. "I've never heard it put
that way before."

Mike laid back on the bed and sighed, "Speaking of God...and killing
and squashing...I just got another e-mail from our friends. It seems like
I pushed you out of the top spot with that bomb. You have to settle for
being #2 now."

Brian pulled up face to face with Mike and looked at him, gravely serious.

"For real? Those freaks e-mailed you again? We should tell the guards
so they can tell Steve and James at Jive."

Mike nodded, "Yeah. I was thinking of that too...and I have a plan
as well. I think it's time we took the offensive."